Fantasy When Darkness Rules

[XxLuluxX]

He shrugged "Of course. Don't worry, I'll make sure to" he agreed, his hand lying cautiously on the hilt of his sword, as it always did. He sat bolt upright like a soldier to attention, his noble birth, and current status of knight compelled him to remain an upstanding image of his house. Old habits of soldiers died hard, he couldn't help the fact he sat as if they were to be inspected by a captain at any minute. It was simply in his nature.

 

[sxrxnlty]

She opened her eyes once more before falling asleep. 'He needs to relax a bit... I think I know how to loosen him up.' She thought to herself before sitting up once more then laying her head on his shoulder. "Stop being so tense , and soldier like right now. I know you need to be prepared for anything but seriously, chill sometimes. It's not good on the muscles to always be tense. One day you're going to strain a muscle in battle, and there might not be someone to help you then, since you'll be focused on your muscle pain for a few seconds. That gives your enemy extra time to attack then, boom. You're dead, and c'mon no one wants their first friend dead because of a strained muscle. So take my advise and loosen up." Writer knew her last few sentences sounded depressing, but in all honesty it was true. She's seen it happen. This person she had seen around was always tense and then one day they got into this battle and then they pulled a muscle and they were done for. She sighed at the thought, keeping her head on his shoulder trying to fall asleep.

 

[XxLuluxX]

He looked over in slight surprise, hearing the story she had to tell. He sighed a little, allowing himself to relax ever so slightly. It was a start at least, that could be admitted. He found the weight of her head on his shoulder almost comforting. "Its a habit. An instilled habit" he said, looking away once more. "I just seem to do it automatically nowadays" with that he simply looked out over the crowds of guests, every now and again, looking over to her head on his shoulder "I thought you were going to sleep anyway" he questioned,

 

[sxrxnlty]

Writer opened her eyes and groaned. "I'd be able to sleep if you'd shut your trap." She complained closing her eyes once more. This time sleep over came, putting her in a very light sleep.

 

[XxLuluxX]

He glanced at her dozing form, and allowed himself to slump a little further into his seat. This meeting, which could barely be described as such at the moment, was a drag. There was no alcohol yet, no food, and none of the actual 'meeting' they had all been invited too.

 

[sxrxnlty]

Writer started to twitch a bit in her sleep which seemed to happen a lot. Words that Bennett couldn't quite make out quickly and quietly came from Writer's mouth. She quickly jolted awake and sat up breathing heavily, her crystal blue eyes filled with true horror. "Damn night terrors." She muttered to herself, then regained her posture. She looked over at Bennett and for what seemed like the one millionth time today opened her mouth to apologies. "Sorry, if I startled you at all. I just had a small night terror. They happen a lot so there is no need to worry." She assured him then turned her head to look at the door of the meeting room, then began scanning the room in search for Hollow.

 

[XxLuluxX]

He gave a reassuring smile "I have them quite frequently too. Its nothing to worry about" he shrugged once again. He let out a yawn, and sat back, leaning his head on the wall and closing his eyes. Bigby jumped up into his lap automatically, and curled up there, in the comfort of his owner.

 

[sxrxnlty]

She had finally found her fox after scanning the room. But when she did find her fox, she discovered there was a man violently hitting her head. Writer bolted out of her chair. Her crystal blue orbs focused on the man whom was hitting the fox. "You're about be put six feet under if you lay even the slightest finger on her again!" She yelled punching the man in the gut and grabbing her fox and walking back to her seat. "It's gonna be okay now, shhh you're okay." She assured Hollow whispering soothingly. She pet lovingly on Hollow's head where the man had previously been hitting her. Hollow continued to whine while she was curled up shaking in Writer's lap. "I should have beat the shit out of that guy. That's exactly what I'll do if he does anything to my fox again." She grumbled to herself. She was furiously tapping her foot against the ground, trying to resist the urge to throw or kick or punch something/someone.

 

[Aryna]

Emma and her family was done unloading the cheese and were just about to make their trek home for the night. A good days work was actually months and months of prep, but at least it was all over now. Emma went over and rubbed Astria's head softly. "See girl that wasn't that bad huh?" She nudged her lovable mutt again and Astria barked happily. Emma stole a look at her parents and her uncle. Yep, they were all very tired. "Come on girl, " she clapped leading the way. Her dog trotted after her. "It's time to go home." They were all happy to go home. There was a great dinner happening but the business at hand was naught for them. As the got to the gate, the guards blocked their way. A squire ran up to them, breathless he had to catch his breath before he could even speak.


"Which, which, which one," he was still huffing, "is... Illiya?"


Emma's eyes widen. No one ever called her that but her mother. her parents exchanged quieted glances back and forth. The squire assumed that it must have been the wide eyes girl.


"You can't leave." He said matter-of-fact-ly, "You're presence is requested at the dinner."


Her parents had declined to let her attend the dinner by herself except it was a crime punishable by death to refuse a royal invite and their daughter had been invited. It was all clearly written in the black ink :Illiya Caster known as Emma Caster. The next few moments of her life were a blur and the most scariest she had ever experience at the point. She was ushered inside by the squire and shown a seat. Even Astria, kept closed to her. She sat there lost and alone.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Bennett was softly dozing away, with the small terrier curled in his lap, a picture of complete and utter boredom if there ever was one. After a while he opened his eyes, yawning and sitting up, with a stretch. A few bones popping almost in protest. He rubbed his face and yawned sitting up to look around. How completely and utterly bland. He sighed, and stood up to stretch his legs a little. He put the terrier onto the floor beside him and glanced around, once again blinking the sleep from his eyes. It was then his gaze rested upon a familiar face. The farm girl? But last time he'd seen her, she'd been making deliveries. What on earth was going on? She looked uncomfortable to say the least. With that he started to make his way over to her side, reaching the chair on which she sat. "Its strange sight to see you here" he noted, looking back toward Writer a moment, before giving her his full attention.

 

[sxrxnlty]

Writer was sitting in her seat with a scowl on her face. It took everything in her not to go back over there and beat the guy to a pulp. She clenched and unclenched her fists before finally calming down a bit when Hollow stopped whining. She took a few more deep breaths and then was calmed. "You okay now girl?" She asked looking down at her fox. She pet her silky smooth fur, which felt so relaxing under her fingers.

 

[Aryna]

She's been siting there taking in the sights and sounds of the entire event. There were so many people about and from the look of things, these guest were not all from the same place or all people that she wanted to get intertwined with. Furthermore, she looked out of place; not a little but completely out of place! What was a wheat farmer, cheese maker girl doing sitting at a table as if she belonged there. All she knew was that she was told she had to be there and given the decree in case anyone questioned her. She was re reading the summons, trying not to listen in on the conversations that carried through the hall. Her mother often reminded her that the business of others did not concerned her no matter how interesting; a girl like her had no place in man's and stranger's lives. Of course with her own attention diverted she hadn't noticed when she was being approached. She would ave continued to be oblivious it he hadn't spoken to her. She looked up in surprised from the summons. Seeing that it was the stranger from earlier, she relaxed and smiled timidly. "I didn't know i was suppose to be here until they gave me this." She waved the summons and shrugged, "Says I'm suppose to be here."